NaturesOde

 

 

  Caring…singing…responsibility…foiling loneliness…teaching and learning…partnership in miniature. Image derived from Yasmeen Hussain FB.

  From FB Group Mukambi Safaris Staying still in the shadows The grasses, his coat. The eyes all-attending His breathing remote. He learned same, quite eager. He catches most times The hunt a fun measure. In deathly hot climes.

  Something soothing in The coo and the ploof. His song of lamenting Right up on your roof. He seems to know trials But flies up above. His nearness a comfort. His empathy we love.

We lept to the shore From our strange craft Large Rapids before us We knew. The days of dull drifting A memory. And numbers had failed Coming through. No time for the burials Respectful. Just time to divide All their loot. And crimes done So numerous, disdainful. This lust for the gold Left strange fruit. A potful of java A warm fire, songs Faking some cheer. But Death still Awaited His dinners. Before ere the Dawson  Drew near. Yes Dawson. The whiskey and women. The foolishness bought With one’s poke. And would there be Castles awaiting? Or rather Fate’s Pitiful joke. The toss of a life In the frozen. The loss of wife Children and Home. The thrill of those Curtained skies calling. The call of the harpies To roam.

  The target, a good shot With my little craft The object an acorn Adorned like an elf. And foodstuffs for sweet birds Who land on my shelf. Now will they oblige me ? Yes will they just pose? For snapshots breathtaking Yes, many of those.

  The comfort, companionship and warmth of helping one another in Winter. Lovely image and words typical of David

  Roar like a train Exerting last power Sun  going  down The King has this hour. Day's  chase  behind The  women  did well Zebra and springbok Some  bellies  to fill. Cubs long supine As  birds  sing to sleep. Resting  these  lions And no lesser, creeps. Wild dogs know well. The  scraps  wait til morn. Hyenas, eyes glinting. The kill  slashed  and torn. Vultures in shadow Their  heads  nestle low Acacias near timeless Still  memories  grow.

  From Yasmeen Hussain

  The heat lets go And Sun apologizes just a bit. Running, such running Did not materialize a kill In earlier hours. Impala. Too blasted quick  On those turns. And warthogs had Unprecedented pluck And ugly tusks. Nevertheless we are coasting On wildebeest meat. From two days back. Lions walked away from Most of their kill. ‘Magine that? Piece of cake keeping  Away the wild dogs. Vultures did not even try. Sigh. Sleep will be good. Too tired even To sample tonight’s stars.